My Misfortune Crushed Instances-Chapter 310: Scared the Hell Out of Me

Li Rui and Cheng Mingyue had already reached the central area of the city, where there was also a Great Witch’s mansion.

"What do you think? Should we bypass it and go to the East Gate first, or clear it out first?"

Their purpose in coming here was to collect spoils, and they needed to clear out all the places where good things might appear, leaving nothing behind.

The only question was where to go first and where to go next.

Nearby Witch Race tribes had a large number of Demon Race members proficient in long-range spells. Recruiting them would be a great help in confronting the other two major countries in the future.

So, their dilemma was whether to worry that those tribes would suffer too many casualties during the siege.

However, Li Rui stood on the shoulder of the Powerful Giant and looked far toward the East Gate, replying, "There’s no movement over there yet."

"Why so slow," Cheng Mingyue was a bit speechless.

Li Rui defended, "Hey, it’s not that easy for an army to march out. It takes time to coordinate and deploy. They might not have even left the camp yet, so there’s no rush for us."

Cheng Mingyue glanced at the empty street and was about to suggest that they explore this mansion first when the ground began to tremble slightly.

Li Rui also noticed the abnormality and instructed the Powerful Giant, "Be careful."

Among the three of them, only this Demon Race member needed to be cautious. The other two were not in too much danger, at least until they met the Witch Demon King.

Soon, they saw the cause of the trembling ground. A group of undead soldiers clad in iron armor appeared ahead. The leading few were mounted on warhorses, with their hooves ablaze with blue ghost fire, and their bodies were horribly rotten.

This troop was once a city guard, now resurrected as wandering corpses in this City of Death. Ultimately, attracted by yang energy, they charged as they did in life.

"Kill!!!"

A faint, indistinct shout echoed in the air.

These Demon Race soldiers had immense strength, and when they charged in formation, their momentum was extraordinary.

Li Rui, seeing these guards unforgettably loyal to their mission even in death, was deeply moved and unleashed Thunder Shocking Earth without hesitation.

BOOM!!!

No matter how fierce the undead soldiers were, they could not withstand Li Rui, who wielded two legendary pieces of equipment.

Amidst the loud crash, bodies and horses were overturned, and under the Divine Thunder, the Evil Qi broke apart.

Li Rui put away the Golden Umbrella, turned back to Cheng Mingyue, and said, "These guys are quite strong."

"Why do I feel like you’re showing off?"

"No, even though it’s the same skill to kill them instantly, the feedback in hand is different. It’s a pity that such elite soldiers inexplicably died in the city."

Li Rui said while surveying the Great Witch’s mansion beside him, "Since we’ve made such a commotion, whatever’s inside must have been startled. We might as well clear out this mansion first, right?"

"Sister Yue?"

Receiving no response, he turned back, only to find an empty street, with the Powerful Giant and Cheng Mingyue gone.

Whoosh....

A cold wind swept through, lifting a piece of rag into the air.

Li Rui turned again and found that the gate of the Great Witch’s mansion had somehow opened, and someone seemed to be standing inside, their back facing him.

He approached with the Golden Umbrella in hand, noticing that the figure wore a moon-white long shirt, looking very familiar.

Swish.

As if in a dream, the scene ahead changed illogically, and the person who was initially facing away abruptly turned around.

Li Rui squinted.

"Yo, isn’t this Brother Zuo?"

...

When the Powerful Giant found himself standing alone in the mansion, his mood was one of shock.

His confidence in coming to the Ghost City stemmed from the assurance that his master would protect him, but now that assurance was gone, leaving him frightened.

However, he wasn’t a member of the Demon Race who would give up resistance due to fear. Even when his tribe was massacred entirely back then, he did not yield and continued to follow the Power Ape Race in resistance. It was the same now.

He cautiously checked his surroundings for potential dangers, and indeed spotted a threat on the adjacent street—an all-too-familiar yet unfamiliar figure that appeared to be Feiyu, the deceased leader of the Flying Leopard Race.

Familiar because it was him who annihilated their tribe. In the past, he dreamed day and night of avenging this great hatred, and Li Rui had aided him in this pursuit, so he vowed to follow him to the death.

Unfamiliar because this Feiyu was no longer the same as when alive.

His steps were unsteady, his body was ravaged and decayed, and instead of eyes, his sockets dripped yellow liquid. He exuded a nauseous stench of decay, with stark white bones exposed between his chest and abdomen, an extraordinarily terrifying sight.

"My death... was so tragic..."

"Would it be unjust to claim your life today?"

The Powerful Giant’s eyes widened in fury. He wished to overcome the fear in his heart, but how could he easily conquer what had haunted him for so many years?

"Ah——"

Seeing him seemingly intimidated, Feiyu’s figure suddenly moved, his skeletal claws gleaming coldly, undiminished in power from when he was alive.

The Powerful Giant clenched his teeth tightly, almost drawing blood, seeming petrified in fear.

"Roar!!!"

But at the last moment, he threw a punch.

"I dared to fight a living Feiyu to the death, so how could a dead Feiyu intimidate me?"

Bang!

They exchanged a blow, and Feiyu was knocked back.

Having taken the step to engage, the Powerful Giant found his mindset actually lightened.

"This thing is formidable, but I need not worry. As long as I survive until the master breaks free, he can surely rescue me."

He felt the numbness spreading from his fist, acknowledging he was no match for the beast.

Yet as he pondered this, a twist occurred again.

After a gust of chilling wind, several new figures emerged on the street.

Yangmo Cauldron, Xuan Hong, Li Xian.....

All from the Power Ape territory northward, every tribal leader encountered wailed and surrounded him with resentment.

"Roar... Roar... Roar....."

Even the Powerful Giant didn’t notice that his own heavy breathing matched the surrounding wails almost exactly.

"Come pay with your life."

"Colluding with foreign races, you won’t die well."

"Kill..."

The myriad voices full of sinister resentment left the Powerful Giant at a loss, his mustered courage once again withering. These leaders, once dominating entities in the Divine Wood Forest, all now targeted him, making it natural to be afraid.

The Powerful Giant let out an enraged roar. Though still fearful inside, he refused to sit idly by and await death.

Splurgh!

A clump of flesh was torn off, the Powerful Giant staggered back, bleeding profusely. Yet the other resurrected Demon Race members did not halt, swarming the Giant Ape like locusts.

The latter felt his life force rapidly slipping away, little more than a few breaths left before impending death.

Just as he believed he would perish there that day, all enemies vanished without warning, his wounds healing instantly, albeit leaving his spirit utterly exhausted.

Looking down, he was still standing on the street, having technically not moved, merely standing by the now-ruined Great Witch mansion, upon which Li Rui was furiously beating a half-transparent undead.

"Damn it! You tried to trick me with Brother Zuo, huh? Scared the hell out of me, I’ll tear you apart!"